Si li si ti o to, Ki li qui si o so, Fa la se scud. Qui a vi a vi a, Que a vi a ve a, Qui a vi a bo, &c.
Madam, I beg you ten thousand pardons, it was not in my power to wait upon you at dinner; there is no separating my grandchild and the little black girl.
The little girl says, a great fish (a crocodile) came out of the water, (the Ganges,) and devoured her father--and a fine gentleman came running with a sword, and stabb'd the monster--and her father was all bloody, and she would have been killed; but the fine gentleman took her away, and they were carried by black mans with muslin on their head, (turbans)--and the fine gentleman gave her to a great lady--All the fine things could not make her forget her poor father--He was very hungry, and as she lay on his arm, beneath the tree where the ugly monster came, he was giving her a little rice--it is all--the last mor--sel.
Hold your tongue, my bonny dear, and you and the black girl shall go to the dancing school.
No, my love.--(_One of the gentlemen takes her on his knee_--_dries her eyes._)
Madam, we are going to the play; will you be so obliging as make one of the party? It will divert miss.
Come, my dear--Excuse me, madam--my child is really not well--feel her hand--I am afraid she's feverish.
(_The Apothecary steps aside, and whispers_--)
Madam, you had better give miss a little senna and a puke; if it operates six times, it will be sufficient.
Mr Woods comes on the stage, and makes a genteel apology, that the play, from an accident, must be put off for half an hour.
In the meantime, Mrs Kennedy (though not expressed in the bills) obligingly appears, and sings--
Then a beautiful young girl, dressed in the character of Spring, sings, and skimming along the stage,--
When you hear a mournful tale, Laugh and hide your tears; When you hear a mournful tale, Laugh and hide your tears. La--a--a--a--laugh, &c.
"This is poor entertainment"--(_from one of the boxes._)
An orange from the footman's gallery hits the Irishman such a blow on the nose.--He flies upon the stage, drawing his dagger--throws one of the players heels o'er head--wounds Mr Hallion--makes such a hubbub, the gentlemen from the pit are obliged to interfere.
The house in great confusion--the company, crowding to the door, with great difficulty get to their coaches--a dreadful storm--a dark night--a nabob's carriage driving like Jehu--the coachman, being drunk, overturns one of the hackneys--they shriek frightfully, and the minister roars like a bull.